On this day please remember,
all the souls who are not here.
The moms and dads and siblings,
people that someone once held dear.
The ones who fight addiction,
and the ones who never made it out.
The ones who held the belief,
that they were never cared about.
Even though they're gone now,
we still hold them in our heart,
we remember the person that they were,
before addiction had its start.
Take but just one moment,
if you feel you can spare the time.
And have one moment of silence,
to hold those lost ones in your mind.
Its not a difficult thing to do
just give it a try.
Because even on Christmas day,
addiction will still take,
at
             least
                        SEVEN
                                                                        
                                MORE
                                              lives.

You were written
In a language
No one understands.

You became a star
In the night sky.
While I?  I truly tried
To read your code

When you burst
Into a supernova
Overhead.

I hate my emotions.
It’s like I don’t have control
over what I feel.

Sometimes,
I’m just sad
for no reason.

Sometimes,
I’m just mad
for no reason.

I wish my emotions would stop
doing what they want.

Sometimes,
I feel things
and I can’t even explain what I feel,
and it makes me sick,
like a sinking feeling
in your gut.
It’s super weird.
I hate it a lot.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Sometimes,
I’m not even thinking about anything sad,
but
I feel so horrible.

I don’t know
if there’s a medicine for this.
I’ve already been declared not bipolar,
so I guess my emotions just hate me.

F*ck Inside Out.

i jot it all down
as if the transfer
from one point to another
will bring you back home
you always lied
with terrifying ease
as i always pretended not to know
to love you is to advocate for what is dead
to add to existing false moments
and the lost pieces in my head